In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

While Rosen was thinking wildly, the door was suddenly opened, who knows where Mordred got the clothes, anyway, the eyes of the man at the door lit up.

The blond hair is tied into a ponytail, the plaid skirt and the little daughter-in-law are slightly handsome, the knee socks and brown short leather boots add a bit of youthful demeanor, but when Luo Sen takes a closer look, it is not the same as the Is it similar to what was given to her in Britain?

"What are you doing in a daze, go to dinner, I was starved to death after drinking a lot of wine last night." Mordred hadn't noticed that his dress had attracted Rosen's attention, and he looked a bit straight.

The stupid and cute mind can't think too much at all, everything is done according to instinct, Rosen coughed lightly, no matter how high the EQ is on the bear kid, it's useless.

"Let's go and eat."

After a while of lessons last night, the Germans are much more stable, and the breakfast is extremely rich.Cheese bread, red sausage, milk, and of course beer and fried potatoes. Seeing such a rich breakfast, it’s no wonder that the invincible German army can’t even beat spaghetti now.

But the greasy breakfast was very much to Mordred's liking. I saw the charming girl with the British school style holding a red sausage in her left hand, a beer mug in her right hand, and cheese in her mouth. Her rough eating was really embarrassing to Chaldea.

Rosen immediately drove all the waiters out, and while sipping milk, he held his forehead and smiled wryly, "I allow you to drink, but you don't have to wake up in the morning to start drinking."

Is this the rhythm of preparing to become a fat house?If it weren't for the heroic spirit's inability to change, this brat would have grown to two hundred catties long ago, but then again, maybe he has the potential to become a northern hemisphere?

"It turns out I wasn't drunk yesterday."

Mordred's answer made Rosen stunned, and he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you testing me?"

"Hehe~~"

The little bear smiled brightly, and Rosen suddenly realized that she had really grown up, knew how to use her brain to think about problems, and also clarified her true gender.

When the bear child grows into a girl, his "father" is a little disappointed.

"What's wrong with you? You don't look very happy?" Mordred caught Rosen's emotional fluctuations, but the latter shook his head to indicate that he was fine.

"I was just thinking about how to relax today."

"Hmph, find something fun, didn't you see that I changed clothes specially?"

When it came to playing, Mordred couldn't be arrogant, and Rosen didn't say much. He knocked on the table to let the waiter come in and whisper a few words. When breakfast was finished, a fiery red sports car was already parked at the gate.

"For me?" The bear child is not interested in clothes and jewelry, but he likes 'cars' very much.

"The British one is already broken down, I'll give you a new one, drive it as you like."

Of course Rosen knew that the most effective way was to do what he liked, and sure enough, Mordred cheered and pulled him into the car.

"Sit tight!"

Putting the gear on and stepping on the accelerator, the sports car rushed out like an arrow from the string. This speed was indifferent to Rosen, who had crossed hundreds of kilometers in an instant, but he still clenched his seat belt and retracted himself into the seat, feeling nervous. His appearance made Mordred laugh wildly, and by the way, he drove the car even faster.

The Germans seemed to have expected that there were no people on the streets of Berlin, obviously because of traffic control, but Mordred couldn't tell that a country was cooperating with the performance, and he just accelerated and accelerated crazily.

He didn't even eat lunch, and the roads around Berlin were almost covered. Mordred wondered that there were too few people in this city, and Rosen put him off, and finally drove straight to the air force base in the south.

This used to be the front line where the two camps confronted each other in the old days. Twenty years later, there was no American soldier in the huge air force base, and the heavily guarded gate didn't even ask.Under the guidance of Rosen, the red sports car, which was incompatible with the iron gray, came to the tarmac, and a huge black plane was parked on it.

Full of scientific and technological beauty, the cockpit is like a flying shuttle, and there are giant engines at both ends of the delta wing.

"This is..." Stepping on the brakes, Mordred stepped out of the car like a child seeing a new toy.

"SR-71A 'Blackbird' high-altitude and high-speed reconnaissance plane, the fastest flying man-made object so far, and it is the only one that is well preserved in the world." Rosen also got out of the car. He went to Bismarck last night. , and this was exactly the gift he was asking for.

Jewelry, clothing, perfume and other things are too low-level, since Mordred likes it, let this black bird use it.

"For, for me? I don't want to be courteous for nothing!" Mordred was full of disbelief, but he couldn't help but glanced at the plane from the corner of his eyes.

"I heard that you are very envious of Joan of Arc's dragon riding, so I will give you this plane as a reward for your growth in this year."

"Who is envious! But since you said so, I will accept it for the sake of a year of hard work!" The bear child immediately jumped into the cockpit in three or two steps.

Heroic Spirit's strong physique doesn't need to wear heavy protective clothing. Humans would have already vomited blood due to the acceleration of gravity. Rosen sat in the back cabin to feel the violent noise of the engine starting, and then looked at Mordred's excited face in front.

Perhaps the roar of the engine is the sound of nature to her.

"For the sake of sending me to the plane, I will be a driver for you for free. Just tell me where you want to go!"

Of course Mordred knew that Rosen was going to do business again after wasting a day, but by this time the grievances had long since dissipated.

"Go to London." Rosen looked sideways at the stunned soldiers on the tarmac, and smiled softly, "It's time to revisit the old place."

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Thanks to Rosen's blessing, Britain was the first country to get rid of the Devil's Nest. Coupled with the advantages of the island country, the glory of the British Empire seems to have returned a little bit.

With the eradication of Europe, the British people finally no longer need to live in large barracks. The army that has not fought for a long time keeps hoarding weapons and ammunition, and the number of original ammunition is second only to Chaldea.In terms of diplomacy, Britain and France have merged, and there is no opponent in Europa, let alone Chaldea's fists to maintain peace. Who would dare to make troubles with the lessons learned from Germany.

This remote island country is becoming more and more peaceful, and the Royal Navy is gradually recovering its strength. The biggest task now is to help the "Land of the Gods" patrol the Atlantic Ocean and prevent the monsters from the Americas from infiltrating.

The blackbird entered the country at three times the speed of sound and at an altitude of [-] meters, causing waves. The soldiers at each radar station seemed to have seen a ghost. They had never seen such a fast flying object on ordinary radar, and they thought that the monsters would never end the attack. , the aliens are about to attack again.

However, they didn't know that Mordred was driving a "big toy" made of titanium alloy that could cross the Atlantic Ocean in two hours. When the Air Force fighter plane was scrambling into the sky, the control tower of London International Airport also received a message information.

"Requesting access to airspace at 60000 feet, OVER."

Eighteen thousand meters, which airline's idiots can fly so high?

After a moment of silence, the slightly surprised and mocking voice of the tower dispatcher came: "How do you plan to climb to that height?"

After another few seconds of silence, the pilot replied: "We're not going to climb to that altitude. We're going to descend to that altitude. over."

......

"This Rosen is getting more and more high-profile."